Prologue

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I grabbed Finn's hand nervously, knowing I might be rejected. He looked over and smiled. Phew, I thought to myself. I tried my best to not get nervous because I knew it would make me sweat, even though we were just sitting on a park bench.

"So," Finn said in an awkward tone.

"So, what?" I asked.

He stared into my hazel eyes for a second. I knew what he was planning. He leaned in...

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